There is
undervalued power
in forgiveness

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TheConcretePoet

There is an
undeniable
sexiness that
attaches itself to
the humble

The brash
and the
braggart
are the
relationships
that crumble

Speak softly
of others
while speaking
not much
of you

Strength lives
in silence
and breeds
incredible
sexiness too



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Moonlight madness
Starlight sadness

Squeeze love's passion
Savor and ration

Share this here fire
Object of desire

Rhythmic ecstasy
Tidal wave fantasy

Breathing as one
Embracing until done

Lifetime memory
Climactic chemistry

I'll never forget you
Please;
Please say - I do



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Poet's poet


They focus on a word

They water it with emotion

Emotion;

The very best way to take a poem and to,

grow it


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I drive and,

I looked for the birds in their normal place.
Flying, soaring high in the sky without a care of where they fly.

But on a day as stifling,  suffocatingly hot as it had become,
even the birds knew better than to over exert their frail winged feathered little bodies, not even some.

I sit under an overpass in my sweltering truck and I can immediately feel a 10 - 15 degree difference in air temperature.
On the beams of the overpass a family,
or so I assumed they were.

A family of pigeons smartly perching themselves in their modest abode away from the sun, resting, almost looking at me as I get ready to drive back into the hot sun scorched cruel world.
They all look at me as if to say,
you poor silly man .....
stay under here with us
even if,
you're not
a bird.

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What about me?
L👀k at me.

This:
Is
A human beings
predictable
selfish behavior.

It seeps out
of some.
It oozes out
of some.

When we stop
putting so much
emphasis,
so much energy
into worrying;

what about me?

That's when you
have arrived.
That's when you
have figured
out life.

Look around you.
There is so much
happening
around you,
besides you.

Stop making
life just
about you.

That's the
best way of
failing
at life.

We all have
mountains
to climb.

You can get
to the top by
remaining
humble
and kind.


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I write poetry
because
I feel that;
not enough
of you
listen to me
when I speak
as a matter
of fact.

And even
then;
at times,
I feel
as if
I am back
to
square one
again.